Tuesday night after Luna got home from work, the two of us were cuddling through a movie on the couch. Even after the long weekend, she was tired and stressed about work, and I was feeling awkward and uncertain after my day out with Melody and Emily, so neither of us were talking; the most communication we had was when she stopped petting me for a moment towards the beginning of the movie and I whined at her to get her to continue.

  Things were comfortable, serene even, until I noticed something I’d never thought I would need to think about. I was straddling Luna’s p while she id back into the armrest – perhaps a bit too intimate of a position in hindsight – and at one point, when I squirmed after feeling an especially good scritch on my ear, a hardness poked into me from below.

  We’d never talked about her anatomy – I’d never felt like it was my pce to ask – but given that the research I’d done had indicated that a patient getting bottom surgery would need someone to help them recover and Luna had never asked that of me, I could’ve assumed she hadn’t done the procedure. The point was, I’d never really thought about what was between her legs, even if on some level I knew it was there.

  But now, with it throbbing into me through Luna’s thin pyjama pants and my panties – the skirt I was wearing had bunched up between our stomachs, leaving my underwear exposed – I couldn’t help but notice it in the way I was trying really hard not to.

  My biggest issue with having Luna as my best friend and my roommate was that she was incredibly pretty. Her dark eyes were so full of life and intelligence, she had soft, plush cheeks, and the cutest nose. It was lovely that she got to be the kind of woman she wanted to be, but the fact that she was so irresistible definitely made things awkward now that I was comfortable being attracted to women.

  So, when I felt her hardness poking up into my panties, it was not my fault when I rocked my hips forwards, trying to make sure I had the right idea about what it was that I was feeling, nor was it my fault when – after Luna gasped and let out a long, shuddering breath to the ceiling – I rocked my hips forwards again, pushing myself deeper into her.

  For a moment the two of us froze, staring at each other with slightly open mouths while the movie continued pying in the background.

  She broke the silence first, ughing awkwardly and shifting her hips to try to separate her cock from me – it didn’t work. “Um sorry about that,” she winced, “it’s hard to find a moment alone when we live on top of each other…”

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, using all of my willpower not to think about the fact that Luna just told me she was backed up, nor the implications of that. Instead, like a good friend, I pushed away from her slightly, sliding my hips down onto her thighs. “It’s fine, honestly – and if you need a moment of privacy feel free to just ask. Or if you wanted to have someone over…” I cringed, trying not to think about Melody or about how Luna had commented on how attractive Emily was.

  The detail that I’d missed – and that Luna certainly hadn’t, given where her wide eyes were pointed – was that in my backing up, I’d forgotten to fix my skirt. Now, my underwear, and more importantly, the slight damp spot in the middle of the light grey fabric, was completely on dispy to Luna.

  “Oh my god,” I said, reaching down to cover myself and turning away to avoid looking at the expression on my friend’s face or, worse, looking between her legs. I began babbling, so overwhelmed with things I wasn’t allowed to do that I had to put all of my energy somewhere. “Haha, that’s so weird – I don’t have an excuse like you do, I mean… you know what my job is but I think it's also kind of unfair because I haven't gotten used to this body or the hormones and I—”

  Luna shut me up by pulling me into a hug. Truthfully, the only reason I stopped talking was because I thought she’d been about to kiss me, but when she brought our heads past each other to rest on the other’s shoulder, I sat there in dumbfounded silence.

  “It’s fine, Sarah,” she whispered, brushing her hand over my hair, but not on my ears.

  We sat there a moment before I pulled back slightly, looking at Luna’s face while matching her awkward smile. “I don’t know why this is so awkward, we’ve known each other for forever, we cuddle all the time, we sleep in the same bed – I feel like we should be the kind of friends that are comfortable naked around each other, right?”

  She raised her eyebrows, suppressing a ugh. “Oh, you think we should get naked together?” she teased.

  She’d probably been expecting me to blush and back off after that, as I would’ve done pretty much any time before, but I’d been getting more and more comfortable with myself, and after all of the teasing I’d endured from Emily, I was more than prepared to fire back. “Yes,” I responded, dragging a light touch down her front, “Do you understand how long I’ve been waiting to see more of you?”

  She blinked, stunned, and I could see the gears in her head whirring, trying to figure out what part of that I was kidding about – because I had to be joking, right?

  I slid off of her and onto the floor, between the couch and the coffee table, while she watched curiously, wondering where I was going with this. Unfortunately, I didn’t even know where I was going with this, and my instincts were taking me to some dangerous pces.

  Once I was kneeling on the floor, I nuzzled my head into her p, rubbing my cheek on her inner thigh while my eyes darted between her slightly softened bulge and her eyes. “I should help you out, right? That’s what best friends are for: when you don’t have a girlfriend, your girl friend is the backup…” I had no idea what I was saying, but I was willing to say anything if it meant I could pretend for a precious few seconds that what I was doing wasn’t a monumentally terrible idea.

  I mean, I wanted to confess to her, and this is basically a confession, right?

  “Sarah…” she gasped, grabbing the side of my head to keep me still, but not pushing me away. “What are you doing?” There was something in her voice – not outrage, thankfully, and not disgust either – but I couldn’t say exactly what it was, especially with the warmth throbbing into the side of my cheek.

  I simply whined, hanging my mouth open and tilting it towards her hand as if she was about to stick her fingers inside, as if that was a normal thing for us to do. In a tiny blip of self-reflection, I noted that it’d only taken the slightest amount of encouragement for me to give up completely on pretending I wasn’t extremely horny for my best friend.

  “Sarah, are you okay?” she asked with a concerned expression, still holding my head still.

  I sighed and went limp, resigned to let this fleeting moment pass. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  Her concern softened into confusion. “And you want to…”

  I gnced at the mouth-watering tent in her pants, let myself daydream for just a moment about what it would feel like to tear off the fabric keeping her contained, to drag my tongue up her length and—

  “Yeah…” I sighed again, waiting for her to tell me that I’d gone too far, that I’d irreconcibly broken her trust.

  “Oh,” she said bnkly, leaning back and inadvertently pulling my face closer in the process.

  I stared at her from between her legs, waiting.

  “You’re sure?” she asked, narrowing her eyes.

  I nodded, rubbing my face against her cock and thighs in the process, suppressing the ugh building in the back of my throat at the absurdity of the situation.

  “Oh,” she said again. “Okay…?”

  I pouted. That wasn’t enthusiastic, and I had my doubts about how much she was into this. I finally backed off, escaping her grip, standing, and storming off towards the bedroom.

  “Sarah? Wait!” She called, chasing after me. She stopped me in the hall with a hand on my shoulder, and she looked down into my eyes with concern. “What’s going on?”

  I blinked, fighting the utterly ridiculous tears forming. “It’s fine – you don’t see me like that. I’m sorry I pushed your boundaries.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “I’m just confused – and I do see you like that, it would be hard not to. I just assumed…”

  I was also confused, but I would’ve described it more as overwhelmed and panicking. I hated how long we were spending in the moment where I didn’t know if she was about to fuck me or sp me, and it felt gut-wrenching letting that linger.

  After a moment of hesitation, I finally settled on an ultimatum. I turned around and took shaky steps towards our bedroom. “If you want me, then follow me.”

  I didn’t have the mental capacity to listen to which directions her steps went, nor did I have the courage to just turn around and check. Instead, my head was full of the dull, anxious pound of my heart and the deafening rush of blood, while my limbs were occupied by robotically undressing.

  When I was finally naked, I threw myself on the bed and finally spun around. My heart dropped, and I was a moment away from bursting into tears and getting ready to move out – and then Luna entered the room, also naked and carrying two rge gsses of water.

  My eyes devoured her body, the panic and devastation I’d been feeling in the same breath already gone. I could see all of the details of the curves I was already familiar with from being pressed against my body during long evenings on the couch. Her thighs swelled and dipped, her butt jiggled with each step closer, and her stomach…

  I let out a whine, wishing I was already pressed against the soft expanse of her flesh. Where Emily’s was hard and defined and mine was petite, Luna had the advantage of squishiness – it was no wonder I loved cuddling with her so much.

  She set down one gss on the nightstand and brought the other forward to my face, directing my hand away when I tried to grab it. The gss came to my mouth and she tilted it towards me, cool water pouring down my dry throat. Once she was satisfied, she set the gss down next to the other and just stood there, looking anywhere but at me. “So…”

  I was tired of half-said truths – so I doubled down, just saying what I wanted. “Luna, please get down here and stick your cock down my throat.” I blinked, adding, “If that’s an okay terminology for me to use – I’m not sure what—”

  Luna ughed, climbing onto the bed next to me and silencing me with a finger to my lips. “It’s fine, I don’t really care as long as you don’t call it manly or whatever.”

  I couldn’t help myself from smiling at her pretty ugh, but this wasn’t the time to be sappy and confess my love for her, this was the time to make sure she came. I slid down her body, watching as she turned from her side to her back as I got closer and closer to my prize.

  Finally, at the end of this mess, I got to press my face into her penis. It was slightly soft, but just as warm as ever, each nudge searing warmth into my cheeks. Compared to Emily’s, it was a simir length, but substantially thicker, while the sack below was smaller, almost seeming empty.

  I gnced up at her face to see entranced, dited pupils watching me with wonder – so I continued. My hands rested on her outer thighs, unnecessary in my exploration. I manoeuvred my face under her length and let it flop onto my face, pcing my first kiss of many on the underside. I had an idealistic fantasy in my head where I’d kiss her hen dozens of times, covering the surface with my saliva one spot at a time, but here in reality, I needed more and I didn’t have the patience to take my time.

  And so, a moment after my first kiss, my tongue came out. Most of the time I kept my tongue at a normal length – I was clumsy and would probably bite it by accident if it was too long – but for something like this, I loved the idea of having a long tongue.

  My newly elongated tongue swiped up her length and, at the tip, I resisted the urge to stick it right in my mouth and instead pced a kiss there and began licking the sides. Luna sighed above me and brought one hand to the top of my head to start pying with my ears.

  I was a bit disappointed by the taste – it didn’t really taste like anything, at least not anything more than a slight salty taste that I could probably get anywhere on Luna’s skin after her long day. What I wasn’t disappointed by, was the intimacy. Even just licking her was intoxicating, each little twitch of her thigh or soft breath from above giving me little glimpses into the feelings I was inspiring in my best friend – not to mention the pets, which were always welcome.

  Once I’d gotten her sufficiently slobbered up, her shaft had stiffened back to being solid, and drops of pre-come beaded at her tip, it was time to go further. I met her eyes once more, and, seeing her blissful expression watching me, I took her into my mouth…

  And immediately went too far and gagged.

  I slipped her cock out and coughed, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I’d completely forgotten that I was dealing with a whole new body – and even if I wanted to get rid of my gag reflex, I had no idea how.

  After catching my breath, I went back in for more, taking her shaft past my lips with gentle care this time. Body shenanigans aside, I knew a thing or two about sucking cock; I certainly wasn’t some blushing virgin, at least not in this scenario. So, once I got into the rhythm of things, it all melted into a foggy haze of bobbing my head and swirling my tongue. I incorporated my hands, using one to hold the shaft in pce and anchoring the other on her pelvis to keep my movements steady.

  I absentmindedly considered that before my gender confusion, I’d preferred giving head to any other sexual act – a preference I now realised was probably because of how I felt about my body – but I dismissed the revetion in favour of closing my eyes and concentrating on the details surrounding me.

  Luna’s rexed breaths had become tense pants, her other hand had joined the first – and now both my ears were being rubbed and pinched – and, loudest of all, was the feeling of her thick, hard rod sliding in and out of my mouth. Even though I was only taking in the top three quarters or so – having learned my lesson – it was more than enough sheer mass to be overwhelming, to strain my jaw and rub against my lip-covered teeth.

  As I got drawn into the sensations, I sped up, throwing my head forwards and pulling it back with reckless abandon. Luna’s pants became whines, her thighs clenched, and, just before I took her over the edge, I stopped.

  Her cock twitched a few times, but did not burst, even as Luna herself stared at me with surprise and indignation. “What…?” she let out, sounding like I’d just taken the st slice of cake off of her pte.

  Once I caught my breath, I grinned up at her slyly. “You don’t think I’m going to miss out on a chance to stick this somewhere else, do you?” I slid up her body, straddling her p and wiggling in pce as I wrapped my arms behind her neck.

  Luna gnced down at where the side of her hen was pressed against me and looked back up at me, wonder in her eyes.

  I waited for her to tell me it was okay – or just go ahead and enter me herself – staring at her lips and contempting if it was too much for me to kiss her. I desperately wanted to, but we were just friends blowing off steam, right? Or was this something more, the culmination of years of building feelings?

  I didn’t have a chance to decide because Luna had finally gotten over her surprise and flipped us over, sending my back into the bed and towering over me. I let out a long moan as she dragged a finger through my wetness, testing whether I was ready to have her inside me.

  She lined up with my entrance, pausing to ask a question. “Sarah, are you sure?”

  “Yes, please!” I whined, throwing my head back and squirming my hips.

  And then she finally did it.

  I probably could’ve used more fingering to loosen me up, and there probably were a thousand conversations we should’ve had before doing this, but the two of us were either too horny or too enamoured with each other to care in the moment.

  And, as much as I wanted to bme my actions on hormones or lust, the tter was definitely more true for me; I was madly in love with Luna. I couldn’t say when exactly it had happened – surely I’d had feelings for her even before my transformation, but it was only now that I was finally comfortable accepting those feelings and expressing them.

  Not that this was the best time to say it out loud.

  No, as Luna slid forwards, pressing her hips into mine and bringing bliss and pain in equal measure, I kept my shouted decrations of love to my internal monologue.

  I love you.

  I love you.

  I love you!

  The st one came as she let out a long breath and began slowly pulling her cock back, ending her first thrust. She didn’t meet my gaze, instead staring intently at my torso, nor did she grab the hands at my sides or bring her lips to mine.

  Even still, without the emotional intimacy I so desperately needed, my arousal was more than enough to occupy my mind, the knowledge that she was inside me, every clench of my muscles around her shaft and, once she started to accelerate her movements, each thrust dropping spshes of euphoria directly into my brain.

  I wasn’t expecting her to st very long, given how close I’d brought her with my mouth, and I was starting to feel hurt by how much she was ignoring me, so I bought some time and emotional space by stopping her with a touch, flipping myself onto all fours and wiggling my hips at her. Hopefully she’d be more comfortable touching me if I wasn’t watching her so intently or, failing that, I would feel better if she wasn’t so obviously avoiding looking into my eyes.

  It only took a few seconds of fumbling for her to get on her knees and slide her cock into me from behind, her pelvis spping into my ass and her stomach getting brushed by my aggressively wagging tail.

  Unfortunately, even as she pounded into me and I colpsed onto my face, sending one hand to reach back on the mattress, well within reach for her to grab and hold onto, she refrained from doing anything more intimate. My pleasure rose, a swirling sensitivity raging across my sweaty skin even as tears began spilling from my eyes, soaked up immediately by the pillow I’d buried my face in.

  I hated feeling like this, didn’t even understand what it was that I was feeling, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell her to stop; I needed her to keep going, to bring me to a triumphant climax and come inside of me.

  The thought that she wasn’t wearing a condom pierced my hazy mind, but instead of filling me with apprehension, as it should’ve, it made me whine and throw my hips back eagerly. I wanted her to come inside me, to get me pregnant and take responsibility by marrying me.

  Fuck fuck fuck.

  I love you so much Luna, why don’t you see that?

  More tears leaked out of me, even as my pleasure built and I screamed, the sound only partially muffled. I couldn’t pay any attention to what Luna was doing anymore, I was trapped inside my body, conflicting emotions overwhelming and crushing me, even as my scream became an outlet for more – a release of all of the stupid things I’d been holding myself back from.

  What did it all matter, in the face of such overwhelming passion?

  Fortunately, it wouldn’t st forever – it probably didn’t take much time at all – and soon I was hearing Luna grunt, “I’m going to…”

  And then I felt it – she pressed up against me, her cock twitching inside of me as it spurted sperm all over my insides. Surely, she understood what she was doing when she came inside, knew what it meant and pnned on taking responsibility, right?

  Thinking about that, I reached a hand between my legs and furiously stroked my clit, bringing my own orgasm to its peak while Luna softened inside me.

  It was a bit disappointing that she hadn’t made me come herself, especially given how Emily had performed, but that was something we could work on in the long run.

  I let my hips fall against the mattress when I heard her colpse behind me, and the two of us stayed in our separate pces, catching our breaths and basking in the consequences of our actions.

  I waited, even as my consciousness wavered, for her to finally say something – point out the fact that she’d just come inside me and what it meant – but the air remained silent and stale, even as I drifted off into sleep.

  It’s fine, we’ll talk about the wedding date in the morning…